22TV FICTION CLASSICS

SANDY THOMAS ADV. "I've put out some fresh clothes for you on your bed,” she advised as she shooed him up the stairs. "Hurry and get dressed. We have to do a lot of shopping tonight because tomorrow we'll be busy working on your hair, makeup and nails."

When Paul walked into his bedroom, the full impact of what he had gotten into really hit home for the first time! On his bed, he saw a pair of lacy pink panties, a training bra, and a matching nylon camisole. There was an unopened package of pantyhose, a pair of girl's jeans with pink embroidery, and a pink silk shell top with a button closure at the back of the neck opening. He recognized the clothes as belonging to his older sister Wendy and moaned, "Aw Mom...I can't do this!"

"Don't be silly, you'll look great! Now get to it unless you want me to help," she admonished as she began to pull his shirt from his waist.

Paul stopped her saying, "Okay, okay. . .I can do it myself!"

"Good! I'll be back in a few minutes to do your hair and makeup," she replied as she left his room. Over her shoulder, she added, "We're expected at the Miller's to pick up Sam and Joanne in 45 minutes, so don't dawdle."

Slowly, Paul removed his clothes and picked up the thin delicate panties. He noticed a white lining in the crotch area which would at least provide some coverage as compared to the nearly transparent lace inserts at the front. Carefully, he pulled the panties up his legs and over his hips, and standing with his legs apart he adjusted his male member to lie back between his legs.

Next, he opened the pantyhose package and removed the filmy tan hosiery. Having observed his mother and sister on many occasions, Paul knew roughly how it was done. He rolled the pantyhose down to the sandal foot toe portion, sat on the edge of his bed proceeded to unroll each leg of the stockings slowly up his calves, over his knees, along his thighs until the waistband was securely located above the top of his pink panties.

Paul caught himself admiring the soft sheen of his nylon encased legs. He was not hairy on his body at all and with the addition of the pantyhose his legs looked quite nice...for

BLONDE & BLONDER -23 a girl. He felt an involuntary shudder run over him at his thoughts.

At that moment his mother returned with two pairs of her shoes. "You'll have to try these on to see if any of them fit until we can buy some of your own," she remarked. "I certainly wouldn't want you to have to wear you sneakers downtown."

Paul looked at the white low-heeled pumps and black open-toe mid-heel sandal that she held. "I don't know how to walk on high heels," he whined dejectedly.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get lots of practice. Anyway, if you can balance on a skateboard, you'll quickly learn to manage high heels. Now. . .let's try this bra," she mused as she lifted the pink garment and held it out so Paul could slip his arms through.

"Gee, Mom," he whined, "I don't need that!"

"You need it as much as some of the girls in your class." "I don't know how to wear that?" Paul begged, searching for some way to avoid wearing a brassiere.

"Ah, a typical blonde. Just remember-T.G.I.F," his mother giggled. "Tits Go In First!"

"T.G.I.F., eh?" Paul laughed, shaking his blonde hair from side to side. "I can barely remember that Tits Go In Front!"

Reluctantly, he followed her instructions, and she promptly stepped behind him, adjusted the straps, and closed the hook and eye fasteners. Paul felt the pull of the unfamiliar straps and the cupping of his chest by the dainty, yet strong, garment.

Stepping back for a better look, Emma took some facial tissues, pulled back Paul's bra cups, and added the tissues to fill his bust line out a bit. "The tissue is just temporary,' she stated matter-of-factly. "We'll have to get you some larger bras and proper breast forms. Now...arms up!"

"I shouldn't be doing this," Paul muttered as he mechanically obeyed and his mother slipped the pink camisole over his head and arms. As it settled over his body, he was very cognizant of the cool nylon covering his upper body and hips, while his legs felt the soft, omnipresent tension of his pantyhose.